Alright, enough of this regurgitated dribble. Up until right this moment this site has only displayed erotic stories from the past, nude pictures of Jenn Sterger (yum!) and links more interesting naughty sites. So maybe you aren’t banging down the door for the original dronings of the yours truly, but you had to know they were coming at some point. In all honesty, I have been busy with sexy adventures that will contribute to some future erotic tales.

That is life in the big city, is it not? Late nights, petite ladies with a penchant for the tease and significantly overpriced booze. But I will save those tales for a later time, when I am ready to reveal my most recent trysts. Today my thoughts center around an article written a week or so ago by the lovely and talented Steff. The post talks about “quickies”, otherwise known as pivotal points in my sex life — but then again, I don’t think Steff is referring to the same sort of “quickies” that have permeated my office dwelling over the past few years (more on that later…) Hers is a “quickie” sex tip for the ladies that goes like so:

Before you get ready for a date or evening in which you have plans with a lover that you know will culminate in sex, masturbate to the brink of orgasm, then stop. Leave yourself unsatisfied, and you’ll remain in a heightened state of arousal for the rest of the night, until things start happening with your lover. You can bring him into the fun and games by whispering to him now and then at, say, the dinner party you’re at, or in the movies, and letting him know you’re wet for him already — or even produce evidence by guiding his hand up under your skirt. You probably will be wet if you tease yourself in advance.

As I mentioned before, the tip is primarily aimed at the ladies, and not one that she believes will work for men. I tend to agree here. When a guy and his little guy get going on the “mano a cock” level, there is no stopping that freight train of manual love. But I do have a slight deviation to Steff’s tip. This is something that I have experienced in the past, which works quite well for the gents out there. I had spent 14 months living in the awe-inspiring metropolis that is Chicago. Armed with Midwestern charm and the enthusiasm of a 19 year old I stormed the town, carefully plotting out my sensual encounters like the Magellan of love. One of my lovers was a blonde haired, blue eyed natural beauty named Iris. Iris was the girl next door, filled with repressed sexual energy waiting to explode. Thankfully, I was there for the explosion, the fire and the slow burn that followed.

One of the most exciting encounters with Iris was during the first few months of our relationship, at the point where we were beginning to open up sexually. We had gotten past date number three, the awkward first few times in bed and it was now time to have fun. She was a darling with a knack for the tease. She would leave sexy garments strewn about my loft and occasionally articulate her desire for my cock via a whisper in the ear while we were at dinner with friends — shortly after which she would show off her innocence with a girlish giggle. It was cute, and I wanted her more for it. But back to the encounter — we had plans to meet another couple for dinner, take in a Blackhawks game and spend the night at my place dancing between the sheets. When she arrived at my place, though, she was already worked up. As rare as it was, I was not one to stop her. The Blackhawks would play another night, dinner was a moot point and I had been starved of good head for days. We kissed, licked and nibbled though a breathy hello, and after only a few moments she was after my belt buckle. Moments later her red lipstick was smeared over the head of my cock and I could feel her tongue playing tricks with its sensitive underside. To my displeasure, the impromptu oral adventure only lasted a few moments. It did not put me on the brink of blowing my load, but it did leave me in quite a state. No blue balls, just a fiery need for more. By the end of the night, after fighting through naughty glances from my lover and the occasional hand to crotch brush move at the hockey game, I was ready to explode. The sex later was more than animalistic, it was primal. It was a one time shot (no pun intended) with Iris, but it was one of the more memorably sexy exploits of my still youthful existence.

And I know what you are thinking, this can’t possibly work for all men. Wouldn’t it cause blue balls? Wouldn’t they blow their load too quickly? Ladies, it is up to you to decide what is best for your man (thus is the nature of all relationships, hehe.) As long as you keep it simple and don’t go too far, your guy will be clawing at you all night in a heated daze. And aside from a quick trip to Tiffany and Co. in the process, what could be better than that kind of attention? I say try it and let me know.

So Steff’s post reminded me of that encounter, but it was last night’s Superbowl that brought back the most vivid memories of my time with Iris. She was a Chi-town native and a die hard Bears fan. Her sexual prowess and adorable naivety was more than enough to convert me to being a Bears fan as well. And I had high hopes for their face-off last night with Peyton Manning and the Colts. But alas, the game did not go as planned and the Bears will have to wait for next year. Mark my words, they shall return. And as much as I was depressed about the game, my spirits were perked up by an email sent to me this morning from a friend in the Windy City. It included a link to the following video:

That should put a smile on the face of any Bears fan, even Iris — but that is another story entirely…